Secrecy

Summary: Secrets don't stay secrets for long. At least, not around Dr. Gregory House.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

;Chapter 7;

It was a few months later. Cameron was in Africa, Wilson was miserable, House was miserable, Foreman and Chase were miserable because House was making them miserable and Cuddy was just…well Cuddy was Cuddy.

"Are you sure we don't have a case we can work on?" Foreman asked House again for the seventh billionth time.

"Foreman, you see this cane?" House began, twirling it between his fingers. "You're head is going to become very friendly with it if you keep asking me that question."

"House, are you threatening one of your staff members?" Cuddy questioned from the doorway, holding a folder in her hand.

"He keeps asking me if we have a case." House replied testily. "And I'm guessing you're about to save me from having to answer that question again."

Cuddy smiled a bit, holding out the folder. "It's all yours." She pulled the folder away from House's outstretched hand. "Only if you promise you aren't going to threaten Dr. Foreman again."

"Fine. Whatever. Just give me the folder." House snatched it away from Cuddy and walked out.

Chase noticed the looks being exchanged between Cuddy and Foreman. "Okay, I'm going to just go…" He motioned toward the door and hurried out.

"You know, you didn't have to do that." Foreman said, walking toward the Dean of Medicine.

"I know. But anything to help ruin House's day." Lisa smirked. "You should get going before House gets angrier." She turned and left House's office.

000

"You're screwing Cuddy." House said the minute Foreman showed up at the lab.

"What? No I'm not."

Chase scoffed. "Please. It was obvious when you two were just staring at each other."

"So what if I am?" Foreman retorted after a small pause.

"That's just wrong." Chase mumbled, turning back to the vials of blood he was testing.

"That puts an ugly image into my head, what about you Chase?" House merely received a grunt for a reply. "Yeah, thought so." House's beeper went off and he glanced down at it. "It's Cameron." He hobbled toward the door of the lab.

"Tell her we said hi!" Chase called out after him.

House headed up to his office and used the phone there to call Cameron back.

"Hi!" Her cheery voice answered on the other line.

"What's got you so perky?" House grumbled.

"Nothing, really. How are you? How's everyone?"

"Wilson's mopey and miserable, Foreman's screwing Cuddy, Chase is...and I'm…fine."

Cameron was quiet for a while. "Oh." She said finally. "So…I don't know what to say."

"It's the Foreman and Cuddy thing, right?"

"Yeah."

"Put a nasty image in your head?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, same here."

They sat there without speaking for a while. "So how's Dr. Charles? Did you two join forces and fight the big bad Tuberculosis Monster yet?"

Cameron fought back a snort and cleared her throat. "Not exactly. It's…not going all that well."

"Why? What happened? Are you okay Allison?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine. It's just…seeing all of these sick people and having nothing to help them with…"

House sighed a bit. "I know, Cameron." He looked up and saw Wilson standing there. "How long have you been there?"

"Uh, House, you should know that it's been about 3 months." Cameron replied confused.

"Not you." House said into the phone.

Wilson shrugged. "A few minutes. Are you talking to Allie?"

"No, I'm talking to the king of Russia."

"Actually, they aren't called kings. They're called Czars." Cameron piped in.

"Oh shut up you." House replied. "What do you want?"

Wilson motioned toward the phone. "Can I talk to her?"

"No, it's my Allie time. Get your own."

"Is Wilson there? Tell him I said hi. I have to go House, I'll talk to you soon I promise. Bye!"

House held the phone out and the sound of a dial tone could be clearly heard. "What did you do?" He asked James.

"Nothing! Why?"

"Cause at the mere mention of you, she split."

"Maybe it's not me."

"Maybe it is you. Just not in the way you're thinking." House hung up the phone and looked at his friend. "Maybe she slept with Dr. Charles and is afraid to face you."

"Or maybe you're just being an asshole."

"Could be something else though." House added, ignoring Wilson's insult and heading for the door. "She could be pregnant." He finished, leaving the office and a poor Dr. Wilson wondering what was going on with his girlfriend.

000

"So," House started, walking into Cuddy's office without warning. "You dog you."

Cuddy sighed and closed her eyes, wishing him gone. "House, I'm really not in the mood right now."

"You're sleeping with Foreman."

"Now I'm definitely not in the mood. So get out."

House could tell something was up and he walked over, sitting down in a chair across from her. "What's wrong?"

Cuddy sighed again and rubbed her forehead. "It's my sister. She's sick. Really sick." She looked at House, fatigue and pain filled in her eyes. "Can you help her? Please, Greg."

House nodded and stood up. "As soon as she gets here."

"Thank you." House could hear the relief in her voice.

"You're welcome. Now stop sleeping with my staff member."

Cuddy laughed a little. "I haven't slept with Foreman in weeks. It's over. He broke it off."

"Good. Keep it that way." House hobbled out of her office and headed for the clinic. He figured he'd do some extra clinic duty just to make her happy. House stopped in his tracks. What the hell was he thinking? When did he get so soft? He thought about the answers to those questions and contemplated his new softness on his way up to his office instead of the clinic.

A/N: Two updates in one day! Woot! Love it! LOVE IT I SAY! (Hyper)